I was in second grade at the time. I was six years old. The next day would be my birthday.We were in class and we were coloring something, I don't even remember what. All I remember was a crayon in my hand as the teacher, Mrs. Lerner, answered the phone smiling.And then her face just dropped, so suddenly. She hung up and she was just quiet. She just had this look on her face that was so strange....

It's amazing how much a person can change in a year. How someone can go from your favorite person in the world to the one you dread seeing, the one you only agree to see because you're forced to.My parents have been divorced for thirteen years now, since I was two years old, and since my brother and sister were only a few months old. My mother used to be the one I never liked. I loved my father. I...

I walked alone, my blue and white Sketchers pounding quietly on the black asphalt on the way to the school farm. My hands were in frustrated fists, shoved deep in my pockets. I was looking down, wishing I had gone to my second-choice high school where my best friend was. It was the third day of school and no one had said a word to me, and I was too shy to talk to anyone else."Ashley, right?"I...

I know you're supposed to appreciate life and all. And I know I don't have it the worst. But when you come to the disgusting realization that it's pretty bad, it's hard to appreciate anything. Am I right? When you realize your life sucks, you don't think about how bad anyone else has it. In fact, you like to be anyone else.I don't like being the one to mope around and complain about everything. I...